The Thorns slash across my wrist.
I have nothing else to maintain.
Because I could never explain.
I hope hell falls through, preying that this life will end soon.
hoping that einstein can be the pill to my existence,
So I will never Have to watch anyone else cry.
Maybe nothing ever happened?
Maybe nothing was ever wrong?
I think I need to take a ride on a black balloon,
Maybe it will make me fly away too.